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Sep 2023
My heart hunts for lust.
  Kills the weak of ******.
  Quiets tiny scream's pains
  spits out love's remains.
  We might promise to marry
  but we dig a grave to bury
inconvenient daughter
celebrate the slaughter.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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